Dust Shoes

By Juniperus

Sat, 12 Nov 2011

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There is pain in the wind
and the sun curses my back
as I walk.
The endless questions of life
buzz around my head
like flies.

Behind me a lost horizon
before me a hidden road
nothing
nothing is between
but I,
in my dust shoes,
walking.

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There's a sort of deserted

Permalink Submitted by Leander42 on Sat, 2011-11-12 16:24

There's a sort of deserted atmosphere about this which I like very much. There's a lot going on in what at first glance seems to be a very sparse poem. It's good.

Agree with Leander 42, I

Permalink Submitted by ScoZen on Sat, 2011-11-12 17:31

Agree with Leander 42, I enjoyed this one.

ScoZen

Thanks to Leander42 and

Permalink Submitted by Juniperus on Sat, 2011-11-12 18:04

Thanks to Leander42 and ScoZen for reading my poem - I'm glad you liked it.It was the barren vastness of the South African hinterland compared to the insignificance of my ego in it that inspired the poem;)

Kamdeboo

Permalink Submitted by Florian on Sun, 2011-11-13 21:07

Kamdeboo

net so;)

Permalink Submitted by Juniperus on Mon, 2011-11-14 06:17

net so;)

Dust Shoes

By Juniperus

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There's a sort of deserted

Agree with Leander 42, I

Thanks to Leander42 and

Kamdeboo

net so;)

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